| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Tarzan and the Jewels of Opar by Edgar Rice Burroughs: Belgian arose. Tarzan did not move. Werper took a few
steps toward the plain and the distant forest to the
northwest, then he paused and fingered the hilt of the
long knife in his belt. He turned and looked down upon
the sleeper.
"Why not?" he mused. "Then I should be safe."
He returned and bent above the ape-man. Clutched
tightly in his hand was the sacrificial knife of the
High Priestess of the Flaming God!
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Achmet Zek Sees the Jewels
Tarzan and the Jewels of Opar |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Herland by Charlotte Gilman: like the breathless reverence with which, two thousand years ago,
that dwindling band of women had watched the miracle of virgin birth,
was the deep awe and warm expectancy with which they greeted this
new miracle of union.
All mothers in that land were holy. To them, for long ages,
the approach to motherhood has been by the most intense and exquisite
love and longing, by the Supreme Desire, the overmastering demand for
a child. Every thought they held in connection with the processes
of maternity was open to the day, simple yet sacred. Every woman
of them placed motherhood not only higher than other duties, but so
far higher that there were no other duties, one might almost say.
Herland |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Divine Comedy (translated by H.F. Cary) by Dante Alighieri: Was never. On my left, the wat'ry gleam
Borrow'd, and gave me back, when there I look'd.
As in a mirror, my left side portray'd.
When I had chosen on the river's edge
Such station, that the distance of the stream
Alone did separate me; there I stay'd
My steps for clearer prospect, and beheld
The flames go onward, leaving, as they went,
The air behind them painted as with trail
Of liveliest pencils! so distinct were mark'd
All those sev'n listed colours, whence the sun
The Divine Comedy (translated by H.F. Cary) |
